Claudine West (2017)

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It took over a year to write and a lifetime before that. The life of a Bog Woppit. Musician, Artist, Lesbian and conduit of energies. This book is honest, humorous, witty and touching.

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Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit

My name is Claudine West. These are excepts of this present life as me. 2016 was rather fabulous making music, writing, recording, gigging, doing the full time day job. Looking after wife and cats, mowing the lawn, breathing in the sea. Exploring Devon, Dorset and Somerset. Writing recording and releasing more meditation music under ‘Earth Tree Healing’…. Being happy. 

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Rounders At 40!

I’m sat here aching. I’m struggling and ‘wusslike’ after such fun on a sunny Sunday afternoon. A rather brilliant weekend I might add. It began on a tired friday afternoon. The nature of my day job, means lots of walking around hospitals sorting problems out and trying to avoid problems. Friday afternoons is mostly, a ‘catch up on emails and finish off the week.’ Not this one. So feeling tired and aching like a bitches anal gland.  After helping sort another crisis. Home at last! Then, off out to band rehearsals. Due to a broken computer at our usual studio. Ange had to book a last minute one elsewhere. Arriving in the car. I noted how sunburnt Dave, our bass player looked. I commented. Only then to realise. It was the 4 flights of stairs he has lugged equipment up, that actually caused the rouge rupture look. So with already aching legs I ascended with my cymbals. (Swearing profusely and trying not to be rude and seem ungrateful at the no lift situation!)  In a very small room hot and sweltering like a greenhouse without glass. I felt like a borrower in a dolls house attic. About to have a claustrophobic panic attack. (that what its all about though.. it’s fun, really it is! ) Talk of new songs called bearded clams, razor face, big bag of weed.  Blinded by one’s own sweat. The horrific trickle down ones back that ends slithering into one’s bum crack. That night’s smell of ‘off’ biscuits will haunt me forever I thought it was my trainers…!!. Thank goodness for showers and washing machines! Have as remarked before its never wise to sniff a drummers drum stool after a gig? #advice there for you ;-0   It was nice getting a round of applause after performing ‘Weevil K’inevil’ from studio staff and appreciative visitors/other band. Then offered a possible gig too. Brucie Bonus! Now we are not a band that sings our own praises and promotes how fooking wonderful and amazing we all are. Thats for delusional, up their own arse cock nuggets. Which tend to hear something different that what a talented ear can hear. Anyway… I slept like a damp log in the dark Friday night.

Saturday AM arrived. Truly excited. We headed off to pick up PP our Subway Circus vocalist and tootled off to Abbey Lane studios in Derby. Even though we are Nottingham based. Fate, cancellations, offers, thoughts and finds and gut instincts  lead us there.  We weren’t disappointed. With the faint sound of troffing cobs and crisps in my headphones before live takes. I chuckled at my past rock and roll lifestyle choices. Musing my non hangover the next day. You can read the full blog and see some pics/ videos here BLOG- SUBWAY CIRCUS ABBEY ROAD

What a brilliant day! We got offered a gig there too!  Then.. a rush back to Nottingham.  A friend’s birthday dinner (great Tapas) and a few drinkies. Eventually we got home. Exhausted but very contented and happy.

Sunday AM It started with rain. But then the sun came again. A band and friends gathering at Bramcote Park. (Lacking toilets mind)

Now… I’ve not played rounders since school. I was always good with coordination. (My later slogging didn’t disappoint me… You never lose it! )

Upon my first catch attempt. I fell to the ground. Twisted (already killing knees from Friday’s stairs)  As the juggling balls, slogging, slipping, running, laughter ensued. How I laughed.. and laughed. We decided it was our Band Ep launch rounders match. Recorded on the 18/07/15 and released streaming on the 20th. (As was recorded live in 4 hours with a  few one take wonders with only vocals and a couple of its overdubs.) Not bragging or owt 😉  But that’s what accomplished musicians and bands should be able to do. If they work hard and practice at their instruments and music effectively. Not poncy cheating! What you hear recorded is what you hear live. That is what makes me so proud of the guys.

After a waz in the bushes after a group troffathon. Hysterics at dog walkers dogs not giving up attempting to raid our picnic. I had the Benny Hill Show theme tune going off in my head.  I was ready for game 2! I though I was going to boff up my salmon bagels. With a slice each homemade Gooseberry and a blackcurrant cake (Thanks Jenny) The Ron Burgundy Rounders commenced.So I cracked open the wine.

Then Ange wacked herself in the eye with the ball she was bowled. A little bit of pee came out of me! Injury 2! PP (Our vocalist) Then wacked the tennis ball into the ovaries of the bowler. The poor lass hit the floor and had to be lifted up. Commenting she never wanted children anyway. The slogger bloke of the match smacked his own elbow with the bat.  I hear the clunk from 3rd base. I felt it for him. I really did. Dave, our bass player did an awesome juggling catch then dropped it. Multiple defenders ran at each other nearing collision to all catch the same ball. Then dropped it. PP then slipped and twisted his ankle. I couldn’t take any more laughter. Catching the poor kid out! We were reminded by her (really funny) Mum how cruel it was! It was just a great day. More ‘tournaments to come’ We won!

I’m now on day 2 of pain, aches and moaning.  Worth it though. Being 40 is fun. Making the music I love with brilliant blokes.

Our EP ‘All Alone’ Is worth a listen. We are in the process of gathering a fan base, being new. Many Thanks.

– Claudine 

Shining A Light Upon My Mountain

So as that time of my life becomes the becoming.  I have been inspired and advised to show off my light more. So here goes http://claudinewestmusic.com/ This is the contents of the nutshell of what I am and what I do. There is my ‘career’ by my day job. I look at my artistic and creative catalogue of work. This defines me. The day job pays the bills and makes me look  ‘responsible’ in the eyes of society.  The music I am part of lights up my soul. The art I create, brings colour to the many shades of magnolia that I often find in the world. Of course this world is very beautiful. I actively seek out and experience the moments others don’t notice. Day to day predictability becomes very monotonous to one with such a creative mind. A curse and blessing. What is normal to you, is yawnsome and trivial to me. Does that make me a freak. It certainly makes me misunderstood. But i take comfort in knowing who I am and my purpose. Its never going to be an easy ride. If it was I really wouldn’t fully appreciate things. Or develop. I get excited at a frequency, a vibration, a vision, a new work that has been created with instruments. I let go when performing on them. For this I am truly grateful. 2015 is a year when Claudine West advances further in her evolution. I celebrate my experiences so far. I’m also very glad I can pat myself on the back for working hard at what I do. I continue to see the ones who think making as little effort as possible will aid them ultimately. The urge to shake you violently and give you a back handed slap around the face is saved for my imagination. Violence is an out of control damaged person’s reaction. ‘The world owes them something!’ Toys are chucked in a rage out of prams if spoilt adult brats don’t get the attention that they crave. The poor me and puppy eye syndromes wore thin before they even began. Even before the twinkle in the eye of time turned over to face the dawn. That kind of shit continues to grate gammon. If upon the point of your death. When those who have known you, remember you. Is it by you having a kind heart? Is that not an amazing achievement? What will you leave behind in this life? A positive imprint in the universe. I hope so.

Free Midwinter Meditation Music #Yule

I’ve (Claudine West) written and recorded especially for Yule. A 20 minute Track. And it is FREE. Only available on Bandcamp A gift for you. No strings. Pay it forward. Ange ran a Yule meditation evening last night and spoke a guided meditation to it.

http://bogwoppit.bandcamp.com/track/midwinter-meditation-yule

As we enter into new times. Take a moment to reminisce over the last year. The good, the bad and the indifferent. What are your plans and ambitions in 2015?  The blanket of dark nights drift into longer days of light. Relax, breathe, enjoy. Try it with headphones too .

Works 2014 Claudine West #claudsville

2014 has been a rather productive year. Eventful, traumatic, stressful circumstances,  inspirational gatherings. Synchronicity. Doors have closed, portals have opened.  Its shown me true colours of people, shallowness and selfishness. Wave surfers. Who will continue to achieve nothingness and take all the credit for it too. Enjoy that! Its allowed me to relax with my kind of people. Meet new kind and wonderful souls. My key word is #likeminded  It’s shown me that a lot of folk need encouragement and help. Its also shown me that I don’t require the bad ones in my life or proximity.  What’s been laid to rest is inactivity. I’ve always been driven to create and unleash what becomes. Making the most of time on this planet has been satisfying to say the least. Who know how much longer I have left. I hope its many years. There, through the course of things has had to be changes made. To better my well being in body, minds and spirit. Lots more of continued effort in 2015.

So here is a list and links of this year. It wasn’t easy. Yes I turned the TV off. Did not party hard and lay wrecked and dormant every weekend. I worked and produced a body of work I’m proud of. Its not stagnant, what some perceive to be ‘perfect.’ What it is a very alive embodiment of me, what I am and what I do. Having words channel through oneself is a thrilling and hypnotic experience. I’ve found a great joy in writing. 2015 will produce a new book of fiction under a pen name.  Thanks to friends for planting a great idea for it. It evolves each time I sit in our healing room. I’ve got 2 new meditation/ collaboration  releases in the pipeline.  So part time day job is on the list! ;-0

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Enjoy, learn, listen.

Solo album: The Narcissist and the Inbetween.

I’ve a few personal favourites ‘Exceptional Believers’  ‘Exit of the Crush’ Writing and recording this has been rather fabulous therapy. #demons

Then there is of course my book. What can I say? Read it.

  Number 1 ebook bestseller : Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit

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Then I began adventures in meditation music recording a 3 track Guided Meditation CD with an amazing tutor and insightful soul, Sally Wathen at Rainbow Bridge  I can only highly recommend her if you need to sort your shit out!

Ange, my wife and I then ventured into our ‘ Meditation Chronicles ‘ Along with Ange running courses, me providing the soundtrack to them. You can listen to and  purchase on most digital stores including Spotify, Amazon and iTunes.

Listen: Meditation Chronicles

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So with a few new paintings. I’m rather chuffed.

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The Narcissist and the Inbetween

The Narcissist and the Inbetween

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 I began 2014 with an exceptional journey. As the dark nights dominate my side of the world, so ends this year. I present my new solo album. This record features  various instruments, including: bass, mandolin, banjo, guitars, piano, keyboards, tablas, my vocals and purring cats who have sat listening intently and ran away during the recording of it. Here are 7 featured tracks and lyrics.

Release date 23/11/2014

featured tracks

1. The Narcissist and the Between

2. Blood

3. Exceptional Believers

4. Eye Of Horus

5. aurora borealis

6. Bear Tooth From Winnipeg 

7. Rhinos

8. Exit of the Crush

9. Mindful Terraforming

10. I lost The Dark at Dawn

Life has launched, I’ve meditated, I’ve travelled on many levels, I’ve cried, I’ve laughed so much I’ve shaken my soul.

I took the cover photo while standing in a stormy sea at Rest Bay, Porthcawl, Wales, November 2014. Writing this album exorcised a few more bedded in Demons. Therapy for the lost.

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This album is a document and journey of changing times, through the dark and light. Recovery, investment in to channelling vibrations. I wanted to capture warts and all recording and performance. A lot of the tracks were one takes of improvisation on my instruments. These Lyrics written during the recording process. The reason behind title ‘The Narcissist and the Inbetween’ can be found in my E-book ‘ Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit ‘ Also released this year.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00M5IR94K

Listen here

The Narcissist and the Inbetween

https://soundcloud.com/claudsville/sets/bog-woppit-2014

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LYRICS

 The Narcissist and the Between

Vegetarians eating meat

I am I am in-between a nomad and a queen

And the creatures in the hurricanes

Flavours of unsavoury notes

I am the one they called the scapegoat

I was the anchor in the flood

At Martha’s Vineyard

Beneath the stars

At Martha’s Vineyard

Massacres in cars

Hierarchy is ego anarchy

I am I am, I walk away you see

You tried to slaughter me

I tried to save creative

I educated natives

I’m torn in the fold

When there’s three I think the resolution

The killing spree

That I’m user friendly

Currently there’s no menopause clause

To shake the hand of the wave surfer laws

Spotlight shines on foolish stages

Cover versions create cages

You lost the day you retaliated

In Martha’s Vineyard.. blood lies in between

(Mortuary car)

I want to feel elated

I want to repel hatred

And lie amongst the waves

© Claudine West 2014

Blood

There was blood, blood everywhere

Down by the heat

Rushing floods and fever heads

Far away at sea

In the minds of higher thinkers

You’re becoming me

And the moon sauntered

Right I reach out too

And the roots are haunted

And I reach out too

Discover unknown presence

There lies release

With a shock this mantle steadies more

The answer spurs release

I cried that day and cried again

Strength the river creek

And I knew this point would come someday

But I stared in disbelief

And the moon sauntered

Right I reach out too

The roots are haunted

And I reach out too

There was love, love everywhere

Down underneath

Crushing hearts the weavers read

Right beside the tree

With the storm comes a rainbow

I am lost at sea

There was blood, blood everywhere

I am lost at sea

© Claudine West 2014

Exceptional Believers

They don their coats and crowns and Marys

Exceptional believers

Cutting off their throats and tears

Fictional deceivers

They walk the path of the lost and the lucid

Moving to the room

I thought my whole life over

Then I packed it in a box

And sent it underground

The call of the churches

And the rules

I walked further

Found better runes

There’s no intermittent wrestling with the weavers

Webs and death and spurn the divas

I reach up with fire in my hand

And peace overland

Mighty makers of money and spoons

Mind alteration, with pennies and looms

They wont rule my nation with promise and fools

A mind awakened.

Open doors

And breathe

As I approached the crossroads

I held the sunshine in my hands

And a pocket full of delusions

Contained the answers they didn’t want me to know

I took my chances with the ghosts

© Claudine West 2014

Eye of Horus

Mindful in some locked out state

Trapped within these walls in a metamorphosis debate

These winters waves crash and bury my feet

In denial of the suffering of storms at sea

Riptide swallows my hunger

Polarity takes me under

The wind cries hollow where did these feelings go?

8 inside below.

I resist the existence of a lifting and rescue

I lost sight of the surroundings and broke the curfew

When I cracked I turned away, departed into weeks of rage

Eye of Horus where did you hide?

I wandered through the portal Chinese garden waterfalls.

The low sun, fearsome sky

Dream in a romance with a tear in my mind.

The ladder made of spine rose to the cloud

The red sphere floated right before my 3rd eye

Rosie gave be laughter, such laugher

The laughter in mine.

All mine.

© Claudine West 2014

 aurora borealis

Capo 2 B-A piano C#, B

Fortune on the road, feather kill

You are alone

Enlightened souls, weathered sin

You aren’t alone

Guitar

Em, A2, D2, A2

Piano F# B, F#, E, B

aurora borealis

sky in the north take me home

Moons of Galileo, heretic

Holy rolls, advocate

Provocation with belief

Beautiful underneath

aurora borealis

sky in the north take me home

Runes made of stone, heather thrills

overload, lavender

On my road, I’m not alone

Eastern sky rising

aurora borealis

sky in the north take me home

© Claudine West 2014

Bear Claw from Winnipeg

Am, G- B

So I had this conversation

After many divinations

Giraffe taught me hippy laugher

Some wise words from hereafter

Buzzing in my ears cleared fears that had reared again

I overtook this meltdown lane refrain

My suicide has long gone now

D, C,

Who,

I followed nature’s pasture

Looking for angina rapture

Banana cake and chocolate chips and ginger beer on an ancient trip

That spider that jumped from the trees

My bare flesh and a morbid scream

Showed me survival while on my knees

A message from the powers that be

To get on making symphonies

Normality freaks me every day

Is not me man and I’m going to say

Leads me to the path of tombs

And rips me from another womb

Two types of stoned lead to a junction

Pure water cleanses many functions

I walked this mountains darkened path

Then jumped into another mothers grasp.

Rhinos

Shine a light upon my mountain

But I’m still filling up on dread

World hovers on my shoulders

The past, the present the future then I’m dead

Release, release Rhinos

Unreachable devastation

The Meditation said

To look outside my inner anger

See what Buddha said

I’m making up preservation

I’m talking to the wise

The mechanics of coping

Are practiced many times

When I’m a lone with the demons

I set in motion lots of dealing

On my darkest days

My instruments of adjustment

Stop mental state delays

© Claudine West 2014

I Lost The Dark at Dawn (live)
Rooms on the road
Opportune I am the devil’s own
Shallow graves hide many bones
Jokers and countrymen
The power lines are overheard
The frantic noises of words lost
Heard as worlds combust

Never ending silence
I walk on coals of fire
These worms that dig up new eras
Ferryman pays the price now blind
Boot prints melted tarmac
Metal twists with rippled pools
I lost the dark at dawn

The wooden sculpture man makes many plays
Oversights and reverse delays
A document is stained over time
I hold onto the bricks and the pines
No chorus as I ride into night
No chorus as I ride into night
An effort that digs deeper into the light
These rooms on the road

~ Claudine

Meditation Chronicles Album and Maggie’s Centre

Listen here : iTunes Meditation Chronicles  Amazon Meditation Chronicles Spotify Meditation Chronicles
I’m really excited to be able to present this to you folks. Self produced. I recorded the music for these tracks with an array of instruments. Guitar, banjo, mandolin, my trusty keyboard. I love meditation music and listen to it a lot. I come from a rock and folk music background, composer and big catalogue of songwriting to boot. I’ve always dabbled with recording instrumentals. As I reach a more mature age, I challenged myself to see if I could compose music to ‘send me to other realms.’
These tracks were all recorded live in real time. You can see the Solstice live guitar take here solstice
I never want my works to be sterile and ‘perfect.’ Clicks, pops, happy accidents, improvisation. I am a vessel that channels music during the recording and performing process. Water and green tea purity helped me get into my zone. The music sending me ‘up and away with higher vibrations’ during the takes. Use of Tibetan bells and singing bowls with Indian drums raised vibrations. Standard 4/4 time signatures and usual chord changes in structure were dropped to create a flowing landscape. I bought myself an Esraj. This will be learnt for the next album. I do love the sound of stringed instruments. Harmonies and melodies combined. Ange later put vocal guided meditations to them while we road tested it running meditation courses. It’s rather liberating composing your ‘own’ to then perform live with. So download and enjoy. A % of sales goes to Maggie’s. This is the stuff of wellbeing.

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What makes my Eve’s apple twitch and other things of late

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I sat on the bus on the way home from work today. That particular bus. The Citylink 2 to be exact. Has got to have the most annoying bell, which is actually a sickening beep that goes right through me. Making my Eve’s apple in my throat want to retch out of itself. Yes vomit nearly came up on the back of the head of an innocent woman!

So lately. I’m getting over the 2nd virus in 2 months. Courtesy and perks of my NHS job and hospital environment.  So feeling a little wiped out and drained still.  Life has been busy. There has been a lot of work, extra work and music making. Very little leisure.  I find plopping down in front of the TV because I’m exhausted, rather irritating. But it’s had to be done this last week.  My crisp addiction has spiralled out of control.  I didn’t realise how  good ‘Wagon wheels’ tasted since I was a kid. Not helped by a new pound shop opening near my bus stop. Last week was full of intention of getting my book finished. But its not quite there yet. Something more is holding me back before its completion. Ange the wifey say just relax, it will be finished when it needs to be finished. So I’m taking a bit of time out to get rested.  Book writing is tiring.

 

After all the operations. My metal pins and plates were removed on the left side with the full upper infected wisdom tooth that started this drama off. Sinuses have been given the all clear and are really healthy.  Thickened Adenoids scraped, nose examined. ‘The’ painful molar tooth was extracted a few weeks ago. Pus has been seeping out of that hole.  But the pain has stopped. So its pretty shitty in there. But apparently healing nicely.  I went again to the Maxi Facial clinic on Monday to see a consultant regarding the on going cheek/mouth leaking.  An X-ray later and comparison to previous ones. The latest conclusion is that there is a ‘lesion’ above where the tooth was removed. The bats in that cave are now flying out. So I’m hoping with a lot of coconut oil swilling, colloidal silver, salt water rinses. This 2 year oral nightmare will heal. I’m hoping for discharge in many ways including from the clinic soon. So on with the super foods and getting myself into a healed state. We’ve been enjoying the after effects of Anges fruit smoothies. Thank you Jamie Oliver. The chopping it all up and freezing them ready to go in a bag was a great idea. When my knees actually work again after doing some Olympic decorating last weekend.  Now spring is arriving and the beautiful blossom is in bloom, I might get my bike out for my lake cycling.

 

Solo acoustic stuff is progressing.  I keep adding bits of my claudsville YouTube.  The ‘project X’ is in the works. I cannot call it ‘Wildkin’ like I’d hoped. So I’ve been reading Jim Morrisons poetry for band title inspirations. I’ve been hammering the drums with Subway Circus rehearsal. Such a good vibe with the band. I got so excited after doing an excellent ‘fill in’ during the reworked cover of ‘Mad World’. . Ange and Claire looked round at me and made me cock up. There is this instrumental part after the 2nd chorus that Dave the Bass Player and I can go a bit mad on, before Paul the guitarist plays his chilled out guitar. The absolute raising of vibrations is great. I can feel it through my bones and aura. We jam so well together. E.P and live work next. Claire our vocalist just fits perfectly. The feeling of getting excited again in a band feels new. Music is ever evolving for me. I can never let myself get bored and unchallenged. So I don’t. Like I keep saying. Drumming is great for ones ‘Guns’ it eradicates bingo wings.  Oh Band breaking wind / news. I’ve moved from 5B to 5A size Vic Firth drums sticks. Exciting huh?

 

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SUbway Circus in rehearsal March 2014

Subway Circus in rehearsal March 2014

 

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I, along with the kitties really missed

My wife last week while she was training in her new job in Birmingham. 5 days is the longest we have ever been apart since we’ve met. A weird feeling. But she is in a job, where she can excel now.

Thank technology advances for facetime and skype for keeping in visual touch over distances

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Clange

 

Do I miss some of the other things I’ve recently left behind in my life? Nope, not one bit. Evolving and moving forward is a great thing for this Gemini.

 

I spent 20 minutes tonight trying to hear Ange on the phone, while she was on the bus. With the incessant background screams of a child. 20! Yes 20 minutes. I asked Ange to put her phone on speaker so I could shout “SHUT THAT FOOKING CHILD UP, give it bitty or something!” But alas she wouldn’t.

Irritating noises day.com!

I’ve concluded that I’m meeting far to many weird people, the world is too full of idiots and power trippers. The city centre where I live is a zombie apocalypse waiting to happen. I already see the walking dead.  Which I might add .. I’m really frustrated at the latest series that has, yes done some character developing, but…yawn.. spent it on a train track to Terminus. “Those who arrive survive!” I don’t care. Kill ‘em! Well you know what. I wanted more gore, more zombies, more drama. I’m hoping there is a horde from hell on Monday. Please make the next more action packed.

You only have to walk about and look into people’s eyes. The souls light has gone.  I need to be a lot more cautious with my law of attraction thoughts. So I’ve just ordered another really helpful book. ‘Ask and it is given’ by Esther and Jerry Hicks. It will be a nice addition to ‘The Secret.’   I have a huge stack of books to read now. I really must crack on with them.

 

The more time I spend in our healing room with clients, myself or Ange and I. The more I love it. The energies are wonderful in here. It’s my safe haven away from the chaos and the vampires who drain my energies.  I’ve got a job interview tomorrow.  I’ve got to dress like a clown and enter the room by galloping like Miranda Hart. True serious professionalism in a basket! It was the best application I’ve done to date. I wish all applicants well. To shine in life. I do my best and work hard and genuinely at everything I do. I will always walk away from the things that no longer interest me, irritate me and give me no pleasure or sense of achievement.

My honesty is not welcome in some circles. I stick to my guns. That’s who I am. I answer to myself, my peers, my loved ones and the powers that be. The rest can just fcuk right off.